I'm thug for life, ain't no changin' meI'm thug for life, ain't no changin' meI pop off guns and live dangerouslyI'm lot more nigga than you aimin' to beMy range bling, platty chain hang to the kneeI'm thug for life, ain't no changin' me

Aiyyo, who got the drop, my gun been cockedSpits from four-fives to flintlocks, pinky finger with the pimp rockHustle on dim blocks and sip Henn-rockDraw quick, got a second hand like Big Ben clock (ya heard?)Reach for that heat, put your wig in the wind popFill your belly with ten shots; if I get hitAnd you see blood then flood the bullet wound with gin shotsPut beef in a Slim Jim boxBitch you wanna pinch and win slotClap lead until your big friend dropNiggaz'll front until I send chin shotsBeat the rock until they send cops (or what?)'Til one of us'll get carried out on the thin cotEmergency room skin chopped by ten docsGot it locked like a bid in the state pen boxWhen I dares peers hangin' to where my shin stop; before I struck richFucked bitches and killed 'em with a ten inch cock (f'real)Bitch nigga stuck him with a ten inch ock (y'know?)Bread bloods and stiff vodka, deep in this gameKnow the feds want the clique locked upWe love brain so we headhunt like witchdoctorsMy lil' momma let lead dump from big poppaEven the Jake surrounded the spread with pig choppersThat taste preposterous; tear gas, tanks of oxygenLike we in banks with hostages (what we want?)All we want is minks and ostriches (what?)Diamond cuff links and proper shitSnitches left stinkin' in carpet stiffOr get they carcasses turned to link sausages (f'real)Ain't nuttin sweet, we known for bangin cartridgesWe got the heart for thisNo matter how light or dark it is (ya heard?)(No matter how light or dark it is, f'real)

My whole life about chrome rims and stone gems (what?)Big boned skins, Capone brims, dick blown in my own BenzQuick to Scarface thugs who raise up blown brimsDolla trickin' never politickin' with grown mensIdeas of settin' me up for loot I won't bendJust make that light bulb at the top of your dome dim (uh-huh)Who rap-happy nigga keep the lyrics and poems grimGet found at the bottom of the river with stone Timbs (word)Babyface, swimmin' flash stomach and toned limbsWake up every mornin work out in the home gymReppin this rap game until my zone ends (uh-huh)'Til mixin boards melt down, the microphone bend (yea)I spit about street shit but never condone sinKept it thug for life baby followed my own trend